Trimmed my pubes and broke your paper shredder. Separate events.
just so you know, the whole club saw your tits last night. and booed.
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
I'm playing with the baby I just found in your kitchen
is he apposed to sex in general? or just porch sex?
We pulled over so he could pee and the next thing I know he's running down the hill by himself with his pants down
It finally happened. My conscience stopped working. I've never felt so free
By the way, i got bored and just started putting my balls on every object in your room. One at a time.
Thank god I didn't get free from the hospital restraints. I wouldent have lasted long drunk, startled and in an ass-less gown In D.C.
We're both clumsy. What does this imply for our kids?
Helmets.
You tried to get the Waffle House waitress to put a candle in your cheesy hash browns.
Besides you're a Tennessee fan and it'd be against my religion to have your penis inside me today.
Was the picture of her twerking on a fake plant sufficient?
At leat we can cross off 'having sex in a classroom' on our bucket list.
He does have a nice smile. I also like to think he has a nice penis, but that's just a prediction.
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